Re: May's Cottage: May & Rory
[He wasn't like anyone else that had spent time in her kitchen. She normally kept those passing through from coming into the actual house, so his presence there was a rarity in the first place. And while she couldn't define it completely, she could read the "different" on him easily enough. The feel of her house around him, the way the earth outside her doors felt when his feet walked on it, everything pointed to him being... other. That alone should have kept her from offering too much refuge, but age and the last few months had her not much caring about that.
She watched his strange actions, the drink and the head tilt, his gaze fixed on her floor. And she left him to it, no questions dropped into the gold morning of the kitchen around them.
Rory's frank judgement of her (whether he felt he needed to backtrack immediately after or not) drew a laugh from her - a chuckle that came from her throat, thick with delight. As if being considered weird was a bit of a joy to her.] None taken. [The smile had bloomed fully into a curve of her lips.] You're not wrong. Though I could say the same about you, in your own way. [She gestured at him with her mug, as if that should be enough to explain her assessment of him.]